day three: Whither goest thou, America, in thy shiny car in the night?

This is the chance I have to take before I think about it too much. I’m going to hold my breath and maybe when I see prickly foreign shadows and my vision starts to go funny I might let go, but only if the air is fresh and I can feel the wintry tingle of change somewhere in my chest. With any luck, the horizon’s curve will find its way onto our faces.


all i wanted to do was sneak out into the night and disappear somewhere,
and go and find out what everybody was doing all over the country.

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